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Gustav Klimt The Kiss
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journey, an entire separation from Gateshead, an
entrance into a new life.
'I should indeed like to go to school,' was the audible
conclusion of my musings.
'Well, well! who knows what may happen?' said Mr. Lloyd, as he
got up. 'The child ought to have change of air and scene,' he added,
speaking to himself; 'nerves not in a good state.'
Bessie now returned; at the same moment the carriage was heard
rolling up the gravel-walk.
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'Is that your mistress, nurse?' asked Mr. Lloyd. 'I should like
to speak to her before I go.'
Bessie invited him to walk into the breakfast-room, and led the way
out. In the interview which followed between him and Mrs. Reed, I

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A curious place, this India?" ¡¡¡¡"Oh, very curious. Mosques, minarets, temples, fakirs, pagodas, tigers, snakes, elephants! I hope you will have ample time to see the sights." ¡¡¡¡"I hope so, Monsieur Fix. You see, a man of sound sense ought not to spend his life jumping from a steamer upon a railway train, and from a railway train upon a steamer again, pretending to make the tour of the world in eighty days! No; all these gymnastics, you may be sure, will cease at Bombay." ¡¡¡¡"And Mr. Fogg is getting on well?" asked Fix, in the most natural tone in the world. ¡¡¡¡"Quite well, and I too. I eat like a famished ogre;
oil paintingit's the sea air. ¡¡¡¡"But I never see your master on deck." ¡¡¡¡"Never; he hasn't the least curiosity." ¡¡¡¡"Do you know, Mr. Passepartout, that this pretended tour in eighty days may conceal some secret errand--perhaps a diplomatic mission?" ¡¡¡¡"Faith, Monsieur Fix, I assure you I know nothing about it, nor would I give half a crown to find out." ¡¡¡¡After this meeting, Passepartout and Fix got into the habit of chatting together, the latter making it a point to gain the worthy man's confidence. He frequently offered him a glass of whiskey or pale ale in the steamer bar-room, which Passepartout never failed to accept with graceful alacrity, mentally pronouncing Fix the best of good fellows.

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parish at Bombay; and a brigadier-general of the English army, who was about to rejoin his brigade at Benares, made up the party, and, with Mr. Fogg, played whist by the hour together in absorbing silence. ¡¡¡¡As for Passepartout, he, too, had escaped sea-sickness, and took his meals conscientiously in the forward cabin. He rather enjoyed the voyage, for he was well fed and well lodged, took a great interest in the scenes through which they were passing, and consoled himself with the delusion that his master's whim would end at Bombay. He was pleased, on the day after leaving Suez, to find on deck the obliging person with whom he had walked and chatted on the quays. ¡¡¡¡"If I am not mistaken," said he, approaching this person,
oil paintingwith his most amiable smile, "you are the gentleman who so kindly volunteered to guide me at Suez?" ¡¡¡¡"Ah! I quite recognise you. You are the servant of the strange Englishman--" ¡¡¡¡"Just so, monsieur--" ¡¡¡¡"Fix." ¡¡¡¡"Monsieur Fix," resumed Passepartout, "I'm charmed to find you on board. Where are you bound?" ¡¡¡¡"Like you, to Bombay." ¡¡¡¡"That's capital! Have you made this trip before?" ¡¡¡¡"Several times. I am one of the agents of the Peninsular Company." ¡¡¡¡"Then you know India?" ¡¡¡¡"Why yes," replied Fix, who spoke cautiously.

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When the Fire-wood was burnt pretty much into Embers, or live Coals, I drew them forward upon this Hearth, so as to cover it all over, and there I let them lye, till the Hearth was very hot, then sweeping away all the Embers, I set down my Loaf, or Loaves, and whelming down the Earthen Pot upon them, drew the Embers all round the Out-side of the Pot, to keep in, and add to the Heat; and thus, as well as in the best Oven in the World, I bak'd my Barley Loaves, and became in little Time a meer Pastry-Cook into the Bargain; for I made my self several Cakes of the Rice, and Puddings; indeed I made no Pies, neither had I any Thing to put into them, supposing I had, except the Flesh either of Fowls or Goats.
It need not be wondred at, if all these Things took me up most Part of the third Year of my Abode here; for it is to be observ'd, That in the Intervals of these Things, I had my new Harvest and Husbandry to manage; for I reap'd my Corn in its Season, and carry'd it Home as well as I could, and laid it up in the Ear, in my large Baskets, till I had Time to rub it out; for I had no Floor to thrash it on, or Instrument to thrash it with.

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¡¡¡¡"My father," said Lucie, softly laying her hand on his. ¡¡¡¡He slowly shook the shadow off, and turned to her. ¡¡¡¡"Shall we go home, my father?" ¡¡¡¡With a long breath, he answered "Yes." ¡¡¡¡The friends of the acquitted prisoner had dispersed, under the impression- which he himself had originated- that he would not be released that night. The lights were nearly all extinguished in the passages, the iron gates were being closed with a jar and a rattle, and the dismal place was deserted until to-morrow morning's interest of gallows, pillory, whipping-post, and branding-iron, should repeople it. Walking between her father and Mr. Darnay, Lucie Manette passed into the open air. A hackney-coach was called, and the father and daughter departed in it. ¡¡¡¡Mr. Stryver had left them in the passages, to shoulder his way back to the robing-room. Another person, who had not joined the group, or interchanged a word with any one of them, but who had been leaning against the wall where its shadow was darkest, had silently strolled out after the rest, and had looked on until the coach drove away. He now stepped up to where Mr. Lorry and Mr. Darnay stood upon the pavement.

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¡¡¡¡ Having left their luggage and his tools at the station they proceeded on foot up the familiar street, the holiday people all drifting in the same direction. Reaching the Fourways they were about to turn off to where accommodation was likely to be found when, looking at the clock and the hurrying crowd, Jude said: "Let us go and see the procession, and never mind the lodgings just now? We can get them afterwards." ¡¡¡¡ "Oughtn't we to get a house over our heads first?" she asked. ¡¡¡¡ But his soul seemed full of the anniversary, and together they went down Chief Street, their smallest child in Jude's arms, Sue leading her little girl, and Arabella's boy walking thoughtfully and silently beside them. Crowds of pretty sisters in airy costumes, and meekly ignorant parents who had known no college in their youth, were under convoy in the same direction by brothers and sons bearing the opinion written large on them that no properly qualified human beings had lived on earth till they came to grace it here and now.

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¡¡¡¡ She lived in the same house with him, but on a different floor, and they saw each other little, an occasional supper being the only meal they took together, when Sue's manner was something like that of a scared child. What she felt he did not know; their conversation was mechanical, though she did not look pale or ill. Phillotson came frequently, but mostly when Jude was absent. On the morning of the wedding, when Jude had given himself a holiday, Sue and her cousin had breakfast together for the first and last time during this curious interval; in his room--the parlour-- which he had hired for the period of Sue's residence. Seeing, as women do, how helpless he was in making the place comfortable, she bustled about. ¡¡¡¡ "What's the matter, Jude?" she said suddenly. ¡¡¡¡ He was leaning with his elbows on the table and his chin on his hands, looking into a futurity which seemed to be sketched out on the tablecloth. ¡¡¡¡ "Oh--nothing!" ¡¡¡¡ "You are 'father', you know. That's what they call the man who gives you away." ¡¡¡¡ Jude could have said "Phillotson's age entitles him to be called that!" But he would not annoy her by such a cheap retort.